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| It seems to me that, once people are actually in the forecourt of the Sydney Opera House, they cannot believe their eyes and their good fortune. A bit like wandering The Mall, and wow, there is Buckingham Palace. Or standing aways down the Champs-Elysees, and wow, there is the Arc de Triomphe. And there are no cars. Very few in the forecourt, none around the foreshore. The entire Sydney Cove thing still blows my brain each and every time I wander down there. |
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